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A New Alliance	By : Kehlan Category: M through R > Predator Views: 2924 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Kehlan listened carefully to the sounds of the jungle, all too aware that both her life and the life of the young predator could depend on their ability to correctly interpret what they heard and act accordingly to protect themselves. Whatever was approaching them was still a fair distance away, somewhere to the east of their current position. She heard a screeching sound, full of pain and fear as some native animal encountered the creature and was killed by it, killed slowly from the sound of it. She gave a convulsive shudder, not at all sure that she wanted to meet this new enemy.

It was almost an anti-climax when an alien creature, identical to the one Kehlan had just watched the young hunter kill, came crashing through the undergrowth and into the clearing. This was not whatever she had heard out there in the jungle, Kehlan knew. Something else was still out there, something worse than this and although for now, it seemed to have veered off towards the south east, it was still closer than it had been and it was likely they would have to face it eventually. This creature however, fearsome as it was, could be defeated!

The alien creature came to a halt as it saw the predator in front of it but its hesitation was only momentary. Screaming a challenge, it launched itself at the young hunter that was its hereditary enemy.

Not stopping to think, Kehlan picked up a sword-like weapon from the ground, where one of the dead Yautja had dropped it, and moved to attack the creature. The sword was longer and heavier than the weapons she was accustomed to but it was surprisingly well balanced and was more than adequate for her needs. She could and would wield this weapon. A battle trained warrior, she did not intend to remain unarmed on the sidelines and let the Yautja fight for her; that was not the Klingon way.

With a yowl her enemy turned to face her. Its barbed tail was lashing from side to side as it looked for an opportunity to strike. But it had never seen a Klingon before and it hesitated, unsure which target was the greater threat – the Yautja on one side or the unknown and unfamiliar newcomer on the other. Turning from one to the other and back again, the creature finally made up its mind. The Yautja was known to it, a danger that it understood. The other however… small and fragile looking, this one was the lesser threat and on that could be dealt with later. Decision made, the creature turned back towards the young Yautja, spittle dripping from its mouth as it snarled.

The young predator moved in to attack the now distracted creature and Kehlan stood motionless for a moment, admiring him as he fought. The Yautja might be young, little more than a teenager, but he was obviously well trained in the fighting skills and moved with all the grace and assurance of a warrior. He had several injuries and luminous green blood stained his armour in several places although it didn’t seem to be slowing him down.

Scorpion-like, the creature raised its tail high and darted forwards in an effort to impale the hunter on its point. But however dangerous it thought a Yautja was, it was a big mistake to ignore a Klingon warrior, a mistake that for this creature, would prove mortal.

Kehlan reacted quickly, and identifying the tail as the most immediate threat to the young Yautja, she brought her weapon upwards as she slashed at it. The blade in her hand was incredibly sharp and sliced straight through the creature’s skin and into the bone. The sharp tip of the tail fell to the ground still twitching as whitish blood spurted from the wounded creature, hissing as it fell onto the ground, dissolving the earth to leave a smoking hole. The creature yowled in pain and instinctively Kehlan moved backwards to avoid the blood pouring from the amputated stump. The creature’s blood was dangerous. She had already discovered that it consisted of concentrated acid and she did not want to come into contact with it. The weapon she held seemed unaffected and Kehlan wondered what it was made of that it was resistant to the acid. She suspected that her d’k’tahg would not fare so well.

The Yautja stepped back. First blood in this fight belonged to the Ooman female and in rejoining the fight, she had claimed her right to the trophy – if she could take it! The alien creature was her prey now, not his and he would not interfere in her battle – although if she lost, he would not allow the Kainde amedha to escape alive. For now he waited, watching curiously to see if she was worthy of his friendship and his respect. He’d already noticed how small she was; the top of her head barely reached his chest. The hard meat towered above her but despite the size differential she was holding her own. It was obvious to the Yautja that the Ooman was a trained warrior; she moved with an economy of motion, a controlled grace that was only obtained by years of fighting and that until now he had seen only in the older, highly experienced hunters who spent their time training the young and passing on their skills to the next generation.

For her part, Kehlan assessed her enemy, moving carefully as she prepared to attack. The creature was a lot bigger than she was and even injured, she knew it was a dangerous adversary. A clawed hand swiped at her and even as she ducked, one razor sharp claw ripped through the fur sleeve of her battle armour, cutting into the skin beneath. Kehlan swore at the stinging sensation but realised immediately that the wound was superficial, noting more than a minor annoyance and would not cause her any real trouble.

Moving with blinding speed the creature attacked again. Pleased with the minor success of its tactic, it repeated the manoeuvre but this time Kehlan was ready for it and as it lashed out again with its claws she dropped to one knee coming in low under its guard and slashing at its exposed belly. The blade sliced through the thick black chitin, deep into the beast’s guts, eliciting a howl of both agony and fury. It staggered forward, its slavering jaws reaching for Kehlan but she was already diving out of its way, twisting the sword viciously as she pulled it free. She rolled and came up just behind and slightly to one side of its powerful hind legs. Holding the sword with both hands, she lashed out, cutting through the back of its legs, and felt the blade sink into the muscles and tendons, effectively hamstringing the monster.

The ground shook as with an unearthly shriek, the mortally injured creature came crashing down. Careful to avoid the snapping jaws and the acidic blood that was pouring from its many wounds, Kehlan moved in for the kill, her final blow cutting open its throat, almost severing its head and bringing its struggles to an end.

Kehlan listened carefully to the sounds of the jungle, all too aware that both her life and the life of the young predator could depend on their ability to correctly interpret what they heard and act accordingly to protect themselves. Whatever was approaching them was still a fair distance away, somewhere to the east of their current position. She heard a screeching sound, full of pain and fear as some native animal encountered the creature and was killed by it, killed slowly from the sound of it. She gave a convulsive shudder, not at all sure that she wanted to meet this new enemy.

It was almost an anti-climax when an alien creature, identical to the one Kehlan had just watched the young hunter kill, came crashing through the undergrowth and into the clearing. This was not whatever she had heard out there in the jungle, Kehlan knew. Something else was still out there, something worse than this and although for now, it seemed to have veered off towards the south east, it was still closer than it had been and it was likely they would have to face it eventually. This creature however, fearsome as it was, could be defeated!

The alien creature came to a halt as it saw the predator in front of it but its hesitation was only momentary. Screaming a challenge, it launched itself at the young hunter that was its hereditary enemy.

Not stopping to think, Kehlan picked up a sword-like weapon from the ground, where one of the dead Yautja had dropped it, and moved to attack the creature. The sword was longer and heavier than the weapons she was accustomed to but it was surprisingly well balanced and was more than adequate for her needs. She could and would wield this weapon. A battle trained warrior, she did not intend to remain unarmed on the sidelines and let the Yautja fight for her; that was not the Klingon way.

With a yowl her enemy turned to face her. Its barbed tail was lashing from side to side as it looked for an opportunity to strike. But it had never seen a Klingon before and it hesitated, unsure which target was the greater threat – the Yautja on one side or the unknown and unfamiliar newcomer on the other. Turning from one to the other and back again, the creature finally made up its mind. The Yautja was known to it, a danger that it understood. The other however… small and fragile looking, this one was the lesser threat and on that could be dealt with later. Decision made, the creature turned back towards the young Yautja, spittle dripping from its mouth as it snarled.

The young predator moved in to attack the now distracted creature and Kehlan stood motionless for a moment, admiring him as he fought. The Yautja might be young, little more than a teenager, but he was obviously well trained in the fighting skills and moved with all the grace and assurance of a warrior. He had several injuries and luminous green blood stained his armour in several places although it didn’t seem to be slowing him down.

Scorpion-like, the creature raised its tail high and darted forwards in an effort to impale the hunter on its point. But however dangerous it thought a Yautja was, it was a big mistake to ignore a Klingon warrior, a mistake that for this creature, would prove mortal.

Kehlan reacted quickly, and identifying the tail as the most immediate threat to the young Yautja, she brought her weapon upwards as she slashed at it. The blade in her hand was incredibly sharp and sliced straight through the creature’s skin and into the bone. The sharp tip of the tail fell to the ground still twitching as whitish blood spurted from the wounded creature, hissing as it fell onto the ground, dissolving the earth to leave a smoking hole. The creature yowled in pain and instinctively Kehlan moved backwards to avoid the blood pouring from the amputated stump. The creature’s blood was dangerous. She had already discovered that it consisted of concentrated acid and she did not want to come into contact with it. The weapon she held seemed unaffected and Kehlan wondered what it was made of that it was resistant to the acid. She suspected that her d’k’tahg would not fare so well.

The Yautja stepped back. First blood in this fight belonged to the Ooman female and in rejoining the fight, she had claimed her right to the trophy – if she could take it! The alien creature was her prey now, not his and he would not interfere in her battle – although if she lost, he would not allow the Kainde amedha to escape alive. For now he waited, watching curiously to see if she was worthy of his friendship and his respect. He’d already noticed how small she was; the top of her head barely reached his chest. The hard meat towered above her but despite the size differential she was holding her own. It was obvious to the Yautja that the Ooman was a trained warrior; she moved with an economy of motion, a controlled grace that was only obtained by years of fighting and that until now he had seen only in the older, highly experienced hunters who spent their time training the young and passing on their skills to the next generation.

For her part, Kehlan assessed her enemy, moving carefully as she prepared to attack. The creature was a lot bigger than she was and even injured, she knew it was a dangerous adversary. A clawed hand swiped at her and even as she ducked, one razor sharp claw ripped through the fur sleeve of her battle armour, cutting into the skin beneath. Kehlan swore at the stinging sensation but realised immediately that the wound was superficial, noting more than a minor annoyance and would not cause her any real trouble.

Moving with blinding speed the creature attacked again. Pleased with the minor success of its tactic, it repeated the manoeuvre but this time Kehlan was ready for it and as it lashed out again with its claws she dropped to one knee coming in low under its guard and slashing at its exposed belly. The blade sliced through the thick black chitin, deep into the beast’s guts, eliciting a howl of both agony and fury. It staggered forward, its slavering jaws reaching for Kehlan but she was already diving out of its way, twisting the sword viciously as she pulled it free. She rolled and came up just behind and slightly to one side of its powerful hind legs. Holding the sword with both hands, she lashed out, cutting through the back of its legs, and felt the blade sink into the muscles and tendons, effectively hamstringing the monster.

The ground shook as with an unearthly shriek, the mortally injured creature came crashing down. Careful to avoid the snapping jaws and the acidic blood that was pouring from its many wounds, Kehlan moved in for the kill, her final blow cutting open its throat, almost severing its head and bringing its struggles to an end.
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